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THE   NINETY   AND    NINE. 


BY 


ELIZABETH    C.  CLEPHANE. 


DESIGNS  BY  ROBERT  LEWIS. 


ENGRAVED  BY  I  I'M.  J.  DA  IV A. 


BOSTON : 
D.  LOTHROP  &  COMPANY, 


COPYRIGHT 

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THE  AUTHOR  OF  "THE  NINETY  AND  NINE." 


I  have  been  asked  by  a  friend  to  write  a  short 
sketch  of  my  sister,  the  author  of  the  poem,  "  The 
Ninety  and  Nine,"  which  has  been  so  beautifully  il- 
lustrated and  brought  out  in  its  present  form. 

A  very  quiet  little  child,  shrinking  from  notice, 
absorbed  in  books,  and  wishing  no  other  companions 
out  of  the  circle  of  her  home,  loving  each  member  of 
it  dearly,  but  in  silence  and  with  little  demonstration  • 
the  loss  of  both  parents  at  an  early  age  taught  her 
sorrow.  As  she  grew  up  she  was  recognized  as  the 
cleverest  of  the  family ;  the  first  in  her  class,  she  was 
a  favorite  pupil  with  her  teachers.  Her  love  of  poetry 
was  a  passion. 

Overcoming  her  shyness,  she  developed  into  a 
woman  whose  bright  fancy  and  sparkling  conversation 
made  her  the  delight  of  her  friends. 

Gathering  little  forlorn  children,  both  on  week  days 
and  on  Sundays,  she  taught  them  for  this  life  and  the 
life  to  come. 


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THE    AUTHOR    OF    "THE    NINETY    AND    NINE." 

Among  the  sick  and  the  sorrowful,  she  won  the 
name  of  "  My  Sunbeam  ;"  "the  purest  mind  I  ever 
knew,"  said  one  ;  yet  helping  with  strong  compassion 
to  raise  and  restore  the  fallen  and  those  who  were  out 
of  the  way,  using  all  the  power  of  her  words  to  con- 
vince the  skeptical,  doing  all  heartily,  and  for  the 
Master  she  honored  and  loved. 

Such  was  Elizabeth  C.  Clephane  during  the  days  of 
a  life  which,  when  it  ended,  took  unspeakable  bright- 
ness out  of  the  home  she  left,  and  filled  the  place 
that  knew  her  no  more,  with  mourning. 

"The  Ninety  and  Nine  "  was  written  for  a  friend 
who  edited  "The  Children's  Hour."  It  was  copied 
into  various  publications,  but  it  was  comparatively  lit- 
tle noticed  until  Mr.  Sankey  discovered  the  words  ac- 
cidentally, in  a  religious  newspaper,  while  riding  on 
the  train  between  Glasgow  and  Edinburgh,  and,  unit- 
ing them  to  his  own  talent,  so  rendered  them  that 
they  have  become  perhaps  the  most  widely  known 
sacred  song  which  he  sings.  It  is  with  deep  grati- 
tude to  him  that  the  friends  of  the  author  can  say, 
"  She  being  dead,  yet  speaketh." 

A.  M.  Clephane, 
Bridgend  House,  Melrose,  Scotland. 


THE  NINETY  AND  NINE. 

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Far  off  from  the  gates  of  gold  — 
Away  on  the  mountains  wild  and  bare, 
Away  from  the  tender  Shepherd's  care. 


ORD,  thou    hast  here  thy 
ninety  and  nine ; 
Are  they  not  enough 
'  for  thee  ?  " 

But  the   Shepherd   made 
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Has  wandered  away  from  me; 
And  although  the  road  be  rough 
and  steep 
I    go    to    the    desert    to    find    my 
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How    deep    were    the 
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Nor  how  dark  was  the  night 
that  the  Lord  passed  through 
Ere  he  found  his  sheep  that  was  lost. 
Out  in  the  desert  he  heard  its  cry  — 
Sick  and  helpless,  and  ready  to  die. 


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ORD,    whence     are    those 
blood-drops  all  the  way 
That  mark  out  the  mount- 
ain's track  ?  " 
"  They  were    shed  for  one 
who  had  gone  astray 
Ere   the   Shepherd  could 
T_.-  s**"  bring  him  back." 

11  Lord,  whence  are  thy  hands  so  rent 
and  torn  ?  " 
"  They  are  pierced  to-night  by  many  a  thorn." 


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And  up  from  the   rocky 
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There  rose  a  cry  to  the  gate 
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And  the  angels  echoed  around  the  throne, 
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THE  NINETY  and  NINE. 

M  Rejoice  with  me,  for  I  have  found  my  sheep  that  was  lost-"— Luke  15:  6- 

E.  C.  Clephane.  Ira  D.  Sanket,  by  per. 

To  be  sing  only  as  a  solo. 


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"Lord,  whence  are  those  blood-drops 

all  the  way 
That  mark  out  the  mountain's  track? 
"  They  were   shed   for  one  who  had 

gone  astray 
Ere  the    Shepherd   could    bring  him 

back," 
"  Lord  whence  are  Thy  hands  so  rent 

and  torr,  ?  " 
"  They  are  pierced  to-night  by  many 

a  thorn.'' 


But  all  thro'  the  mountains,  thunder- 
riven, 
And  up  from  the  rocky  steep, 

There    rose  a    cry     to    the    gate    of 
heaven, 
""Rejoice!  I  have  found  my  sheep!" 

And  the   angels   echoed   around   the 
throne. 

"Rejoice  for  the  Lord  b.">ng* back  His 
own! " 


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